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A sobering reminder of the scale of our enterprise.

You bumble along, writing what you write, and you feel pretty good about your meagre slice of the Islets of Bloggerhans, and then a one-off joke from a video poker forum comes along and sextuples your daily traffic in a matter of hours.

Bam!

(And I don’t even get the joke…)

—Filed 6762 days ago to Indulgences.

  1. Glenn Peters    Sept 3, 07:09 pm    #

    I’m still trying to grok the connection.


  2. theophylact    Sept 5, 05:20 pm    #

    And my office’s web-nanny filter won’t let me see it.


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